Although Xanranzan grimaced at the behead, his lips are sealed pretty tight and gaze soon averted back onto the unconscious reaver. As he's going about sitting the man up and readying for an interrogation, Sorak's finding and hopefully alerting the genasi of their missing gear derails him. Not so utterly that he failed to catch at least Kethra go red from embarrassment. But seeing as he was man made partially of earth and wasn't even from the prime material, he just glanced at her with a blank look of confusion before simply shaking his head and going about getting his gear together.

This meant abandoning the scale mail the smith fixed up in favor of his old red set, and the leather bracers, shin guards, and closed face helmet that accompanied it. When he got to the one longsword and other shortsword, the earth genasi hugged their sheathed form to their chest, mumbling something in primordial, then strapped them into place. "Well shucks! Honestly, deep down, I half-expected these sorry sons of..." He hesitates, looking to Kethra. "... er, poo-poo heads... *ahem*... I expected them to have sold it off. Thanks fer look'n out fer us, Mr. Helm." He says to the ceiling. "By the way, here you two go. Probably didn't quite use'm in the way ya were expect'n, but I did 'preciate them all the same." He added and offered back the dagger and javelin to their respective owners.

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Tyde moves to stand by Kethra offering her support if she needs or wants it. He raises her hood back in place, "No need for worry, Sorak was just being efficient. It's better that he cut off the priest's spell in his throat."

"Let me help clean you up a bit." Tyde will cast Prestidigitation on Kethra to clean the blood and gore off of her. An eldritch flow of arcane energy swirls and snakes it way across every inch of her body leaving her feeling as refreshed as if she just bathed in a country stream.

"Yeah, just get it off my face over here, please."

The arcane energy swirl blows off Kethra's hair ribbon, which she just manages to catch before her long hair finished flying all over the place and covered up her face. "Just being efficient, huh?" she gave Mr. Tyde a furtive smile through her unnaturally colored white hair, "Is that why I almost got hit by your little spell earlier along with the cultists?"

Kethra laughed to let him know that she didn't mean anything by it, but her laugh was quieter than usual, punctuated by a couple of tiny hiccups. And because Mr. Tyde, has now gotten so close, it's visible that she shaking a little.

"I--I'm just a little scared you know? I mean, just a little. I started to feel it yesterday but I thought I could ignore it, put it aside for later. But after spending the night here it just feels like the walls are closing! It's like Rubin said, we left half of an entire keep right above our heads and who knows how deep this tunnel goes...oh hey Xan!"

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"By the way, here you two go. Probably didn't quite use'm in the way ya were expect'n, but I did 'preciate them all the same." He added and offered back the dagger and javelin to their respective owners.

"Thank you for allowing me to serve you for even such a short time...wait a minute," after bowing politely, Kethra took back the mail and the javelin, only to let them fall to the ground as she grabs Xanranzan by the armor. She adjusts it a few millimeters to the left, then tightens it, giving him the feeling he just had a tuxedo fixed.

Then taking up a cloth, she shines it up a bit while he is still wearing it, looks him in the eye, then warns him sternly, "Xan, this next part is important so hold still for a second."

Xanranzan is fortunately not the type to startle easily, but he still raised a brow at Kethra for all adjusting and so forth. "Uh.... you... uh... Aight?" He acquiesced, if albeit awkwardly, and eyes now glued now firmly on her. Until she finished whatever was her intent, not that he hasn't had something similar happen with his pops, he didn't dare say a word. But after which he would try to breath easier and finally answer Tyde with, "Are there any questions besides the ambassadors and the keep ya'll interested in knowing? I.. I got my own of course, though I do have some doubts this sods know anything 'bout them stone wearing punks that raided my dad's shop a ways back."

(Sorry peeps. Something new happened in my life so I won't be able to post today. Just pretend Kethra talks to Xanranzan a little about how armor works differently between stone and fleshy bodies and she gives Tyde a big hug after.)

"Whatever you are doing, we should probably get on with it." Rubin says from outside the door. "Who knows when they are set to be replaced or reinforced." He stays out of the chamber, keeping watch.

If Xanranzan wasn't already red in the face from the eventual hug, Rubin's words certainly made it so. Without further adieu, he again made his way over to the reaver to shake him awake, assuming someone else had saw to tying him up. "Wakey, wakey, egg foo toast and bakey my cutthroat friend~ Just got a couple of questions fer ya 'fore things are right as rain, as they say 'round these parts." He singsongs.

If that's not enough to stir the reaver, than it is grudgingly that he repeats the phrase but layers a bit of magic in it to heal the man or woman. Either way, he goes from smiling politely to let it take on a more subtly sinister expression to it as he ask, "Today is your lucky day, my friend. For in exchange fer your cooperation in answering a few questions fer us, I won't break yer legs. If yer honest, ya might even get to see another sunset. But if ya decide to be a stubborn git 'bout all this, well... I can't promise the next few minutes fer ya will be the most pleasant... Do we have an understanding?"

Intimidation: 21.
(If helped in someway: 23.)

He waits a moment to let the words really sink in as he held on to the shoulders of the reaper. "Now tell us everything ya know about the keep, the folks there, and about this whole kidnapping business ya'll got goin so far."

(If it comes down to needing to heal, only expending a 1st level healing word)

The cultist wakes up, and pales immediately upon hearing Xan's words.

"Um . . .the lightning won't be necessary.  Er, well, this is the Temple of the Crushing Wave.  We're directed to bring any valuable captives here, by order of someone named Gar Shatterkeel.  That's all I know, I promise.)

Xan nods but never took his eyes off the reaver. "See, that wasn't so bad. All in a days work." He grinned. "But, you'll have to forgive me for thinking that's not all you know. But, its a good start." Xan then shifts about a bit for a more comfortable stance and pats the reaver on the shoulder. "Now, where can we find Gar and these kidnappees in this here temple of yers? Or if ya really don't know, who would? Thirdly, tell me 'bout the areas ya do know -- and don't try to sell me short on this. Ain't no way the only places ya been is between the closest entrance here and this here barracks. So, give us some directions to these other areas, if you would be so kind.."

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If Xanranzan wasn't already red in the face from the eventual hug, Rubin's words certainly made it so. Without further adieu, he again made his way over to the reaver to shake him awake, assuming someone else had saw to tying him up. "Wakey, wakey, egg foo toast and bakey my cutthroat friend~ Just got a couple of questions fer ya 'fore things are right as rain, as they say 'round these parts." He singsongs.

After taking a breather to gather her wits, the emotional temporary shieldmaiden would tie up the reaver and confiscate his longsword. (Do these longswords do 2d8 damage only when they use it, or also when we use it too?)

Kethra, your knowledge of weapon crafting allows you to notice that while these swords seem rather shoddily crafted, the jagged shark teeth they're made out of might make them more effective against those less protected.

(These longswords do an additional damage die against unarmored opponents.)

The reaver looks slightly less nervous.

"Er . . .well, I don't come down here often.  Haven't gone further in than these barracks.  Did hear them mention that the room on the other side of the canal—you know, the one leading back up to the keep—there's somethin' bad in there.  Couple o' us went in, none of 'em came out."

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Kethra, your knowledge of weapon crafting allows you to notice that while these swords seem rather shoddily crafted, the jagged shark teeth they're made out of might make them more effective against those less protected.

(These longswords do an additional damage die against unarmored opponents.)

(WHAAAAAAAT...this whole time I've been getting attacked by these guys! Wait, so if the cultists are unarmored then that means we can use their own weapons against them, right? Or does wearing a shield count as being armored?)

(Shield isn’t armor, so you’d get the benefit.)

"Doesn't seem our business." Rubin says from the doorway. "What do we care about something dangerous being down here? We just care about finding the prisoners. Ask the man about the deligation..." He turns back to keeping watch.

(What races are these people we fought btw?)

Kethra nods. "While that is our priority, we do have to keep in mind that every time we met one of these guys....well, they always try to attack anyone, no questions asked! That's pretty dangerous...and Mr. Tyde, now that I'm seeing it up close I have been very grateful for the spells you have been casting to protect us from these swords along the way."

Kethra will hand one of the longswords to Xanranzan and explain its property to him.

Walking over to Rubin, Kethra taps him on the shoulder. "Hey, since you're invested in this conversation, I'll switch with you and keep watch for a bit. Besides, now that Jairus split off from us we need a new guy to step up and check these bodies for change or any hidden treasures. And remember to use code names!"

(Human for the most part, with one or two half-elves.)

Xanranzan thanks Kethra in a curt nod but appeared half-distracted by Tyde and Rubin's words, and ruminating over them. "I don't quite remember or know 'bout this whole code name business." He admits, chiming in after clearing the first mental hurdle. "But I did ask just a moment ago... Kind of... eh, aight, I'll be -more- specific." He looks back to the Reaver, and kind of motions with his head over to Rubin. If the man doesn't catch on to the meaning quick, he'll roll his eyes and say, "Know anything SPECIFICALLY about these deligates and where they're kept at least? Or are you ganna tell me next that yer basically just a guard on site, and was assigned to a very specific section?" He asked bluntly.

Insight: 14.

The reaver blinks.

"Er . . .delegates?  If yer talkin' about some sort o' prisoner, the only two we had 'ere that I know of was, well . . ." he gulps "you two fine gentlemen.  Er, sorry about that.  Orders, ye know."

"Fine with me." Rubin says from the door.

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Walking over to Rubin, Kethra taps him on the shoulder. "Hey, since you're invested in this conversation, I'll switch with you and keep watch for a bit."

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"Fine with me." Rubin says from the door.

"I'd like to put on some armor before we go anywhere, but we already know that the mercenaries up there know nothing, and would be alarmed if there were well-known delegates captured there."

Kethra spoke but kept herself facing Rubin, then narrows her eyes at disapproval from being snubbed. After a long pause, she smiles, and if Rubin follows her line of sight it seems that she was entertaining the thought of pulling his hood over his eyes, only to turn around and walk away. On her way to joining the rest of the party, she searches the dead bodies (and the tied up reaver) for any loot.

Perception: 11

"Yea, naw, I get it. Don't mean ya weren't in the wrong still, but I get it." Xanran replied to the reaver before being drawn back to Tyde. He furrowed his brows and trubbed his chin, not really having an immediate answer to the man. Rescuing the delegates were one thing, but I still had personal business to attend to at some point. He's mercifully rescued from having to answer in the end when the conversation appears to be moving towards elsewhere.

"Well, I... shucks, I do have one more question fer this one, I s'pose. But after that, I'm good." He turns to the Reaver again. "I know this is probably a long shot fer ya. But, do ya least know anything 'bout some folk running around with stone armor? And where we might find'em, if ya do?" On that note, once Xan had his answers there, he thanks the man with a few pats to the shoulder, and then backs off saying, "A promise is a promise." He then looks to Sorak expectantly.